A certain Paige (great name, by the way) of the Alaskan Paiges has requested a quick session of Bitchitude 101.
Well, since you asked so nicely…
A bitch’s language...
This bitch loves language and that includes some word choices that a few of you categorize as foul.
Not liking certain words is fine with me…and expressing that you don’t like certain words is your right.
A bitch adores freedom of speech!
That's why this bitch reserves the right to tell the language police to kiss my black ass.
Gawd, just typing that makes a bitch’s patriotic juices flow (wink).
A bitch’s nicknames…
Scooter B. is President George W. Bush. He was Scooter, but then Scooter Libby had to go and get indicted for being a traitor to the cause of freedom by outing a CIA operative…allegedly (nod, wink and blow kisses to the lawyers)…and this bitch had to revise my nickname to avoid confusion.
Isn’t it amazing how the culture of corruption impacts us all?
C-Money is my beloved sister. She’s been C-Money for years, but I have no idea who gave her that nickname. It fits her…big time!
A bitch’s Play Husband…well, that’s my faux spouse. Doesn’t everyone have one?
His Pontifical Greatness Brother Rob Thurman is my Blog Parent and Spiritual Advisor. Brother Rob is co-founder of the United Church of Bitchitude and Latter Day Drunks…and can be found here and here preaching the good word and pointing out all manner of trifling ass bullshit.
Betsey the sorta-beagle is this bitch’s dawg.
Practicing the fine art of bitchitude…
Embrace your inner bitch. It’s healthy for the body, mind and soul!
Meditate on realness and express some fucking emotion, for the love of all that's holy!
Toodles to you, Ms. Paige in Alaska!